I remember the day I got the confidence to start writing dialogue. I had a friend staying with me at my flat in Brisbane. He was a playwright, who’d actually had a play produced - which I thought was as impressive as leading a mission to Mars. One day he called me at work and asked if he could use my computer to start writing a new play. I said, “For sure!” I was excited. I thought I’d be tangentially involved in the making of something great. And when I returned home at 5pm, I expected to see him in the zone, bashing out his new opus. But the flat was empty. The only activity was the blinking cursor on my Acorn Archimedes.
Nice piece Adam. Not too shabby.
Ahh, poor backup support. Archimedes ' Achilles heel.
I snorted my coffee at "Acorn Archimedes"